It sidles and it scurries and it nips you to the quick
It hides inside the darkness and begins to make you sick
The white robed proctor tries to stop it;maybe make you well
The worm just smiles and smirks and says "you can't sir,i'm cancer
You just scream and shriek and yell
It has no lips or mouth or teeth
It works such long hours,never rest or sleep
Blood,bones,heart or kidney,to it,it's all a feast
So you moan and groan and try to remember how to pray
It says,"why're doing all that crying,I ain't never going away
The General in white,begins the fight,with tools of impresive array
He tries his gases,acids,gashes to make you live another day
But it just smiles and simpers,and you'll hear it say
He'll never get it right,takes a bigger bite to really make you pay
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